So Last year I started writing this Fan Fic Verse purely for fun and I wanted to make my own version of the Leia and Luke Swap Roles fic. I didn't expect it to become huge, but...low and behold it did. So many people liked and recommended it. Even some perferring this to canon. And then this story became but a fun project and a catharisis, which I did managed to give to Carrie Fisher herself right before she ascended to immortality.

Alot of people loved it so I am bringing it here for you to enjoy! I will try to post at least one chapter [as the first in this series is complete] a day.

Of course before I go on, obviously Carrie was still with us when I started this fic. But she was the inspiration to start out this verse and escape to it when well...the shit hit the fan.

So Carrie this series is for you. I am so blessed I got to meet you and to tell you how much you mean before you meant!

Now without further ago...Part One of the Epic Legendary Heroine Series...A BRAND NEW HOPE

1. The Curious Case of the Droids

This had to be by far the most bizarre dream she ever had.

This dream was different than most of her dreams, much more vivid and detailed. She was on a ship, men were running around lasers flying about. The ship shook beneath her as it moved. Smoke started to surround her, making it hard for her to breathe, so she ran.

Suddenly, she found herself in a corridor. A cloaked man stood over a droid, an R2 unit. He knelt down and put a tape inside the machine before it rolled off. As she tilted her head the scene changed again there was a man dressed in black, walking towards her.

She could hear his breathing. Loud and almost mechanic making it's way towards her. It was slowly saying her name:

"Leia….Leia."

"LEIA!" The voice of her Uncle Owen burst through the house, "HALF THE MORNING! IS ALMOST OVER!"

Leia Skywalker sat up slowly in bed rubbing her eyes, quickly forgetting about the strange dream she just had. She had so many of them over the years. Just fragments of puzzles she had yet to be solved. With all the things she had on her mind….she had learned to let them go.

"Another dull day" she mumbled.

When she was younger she used to get up excitedly, helping Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru with a big happy smile on her face. But then she got older, started goofing around with some friends at the Tosche Station and realized that the farm life was boring. Well there was that and she was soon to marry Jabba the Hutt's lacky as part of a deal to save her uncle's skin.

She just wasn't cut to be some smuggler criminal's wife, as charming as he might be. She was meant to be just like her friend Biggs, who was out fighting the Galactic Empire on some X Wing Fighter.

Instead, here she was, stuck on this kriffing planet with her kriffing boring life, going to have to kiss the ass of a man she hasn't seen since in person deal was sealed. Maybe if she got dressed quickly, she could sneak out and hang out at Tosche station and hang out with her friends for a bit.

It was after all, the only place she could feel like herself.

Unfortunately, she didn't even make it that far. She forgot this was the day Uncle Owen said he was going to buy some new droids from Jawas, since it was soon evident that Leia was going to be only God knows where, with her new husband (the last message said he still had yet to find a home for them) and Uncle Owen had no more extra hands.

"And just where do you think you are going" Uncle Owen said, the moment she stepped out the door.

Leia stopped dead in her tracks.

"Uncle Owen," she said with a sweet smile. In the past he had been strict, but after the betrothal, knowing how upset Leia was that she was being hoarded like a bantha, he had become more lenient. Sometimes a sweet smile and a promise that she would run home if he needed her, would cause Uncle Owen to let her go.

"I was just going to go to the Tosche Station to pick up some power converters."

"Wasting time with your friends," Uncle Owen responded. The small little creatures were poking at his leg, pressuring him to pay, as a gold plated protocol droid who was taller than her, frighteningly made her way towards her. "Do you realize what day it is? Jabba is coming with Han tonight so we could jump-start your wedding ceremonies."

Leia's face turned white. She must have been so focused on dreading her upcoming nuptials, she forgot how close the actual wedding was.

"The actual wedding isn't tonight, is it?" Leia said, "If so, I need to go say goodbye to my friends. Who knows when I'll be back here?"

"Don't be so dramatic. First of all, we're only sealing the contract tonight and second of all I'm sure Han knows how much your friends mean to you and you guys will stop by once in awhile," her Uncle responded, as the Jawas continued to poke him.

"I'll pay in a minute, gods. Look, you need to help your Aunt Beru get this place ready for Jabba and you can start by cleaning our new droids." he said, pausing to point to the gold droid and the small R2 unit with red paint. The red droid made it's way towards Leia before stopping and smoking at the top with a bang.

"Well this looks like one new Droid," Leia said, furrowing her brow and placing her hands on her hips. Part of her wanted to accept defeat and realize she would not be seeing her friends before her life became about Han and this mysterious Chewie he always seemed to be hanging around with. Maybe she could just sneak out to the Tosche station just for a few moments.

"This one has a bad motivator."

Uncle Owen turned his head to yell at the Jawas for trying to scam him when she felt a small metal hand touch her shoulder.

"What?" she asked. The droid stepped back in shock at how rather forceful she was. But nevertheless still managed to talk beneath it's stuttering.

"Excuse me Ma'am," the droid said, pointing towards a rounder looking droid bouncing eagerly."But that R2 unit is in prime condition. I worked with him before."

Leia nodded her head. She might as well step in before Uncle Owen made a fool of himself.

"Uncle Owen what about that one," Leia said, pointing to the exact droid the protocol droid had pointed out.

"He looks like he's in good condition and I am sure you don't want to start a disruption before Jabba the Hutt gets here."she said.

"Fine we'll get that one," Uncle Owen said, finally taking the money out to pay the Jawas, before turning to Leia.

"What are you waiting for? Get the droids in the house so you have time to make yourself look presentable for your husband to be" he exclaimed.

Leia only responded by groaning and leading the droids into her home. Why should it matter? From the looks of that Hologram he sent her just weeks ago, Han was probably going to be dirty and greasy from working on his damn ship anyway.

"You seem distressed Mistress Leia," the gold protocol droid called C3PO said as he went down into the oil bath,"Is it the Jabba the Hutt fellow you are about to marry?"

Leia twisted her face as she remembered the day she got betrothed. She was fifteen years old, and still hadn't hit her growth transition phase. She hadn't even had her first "moon cycle", like her other friends had. Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru had brought her into this dingy little joint, which was supposed to be some sort of palace. The music was loud and the creatures and humanoids were rowdy, some purposely falling onto Leia. Aunt Beru, a usually sweet and gentle woman, literally had to fight these men to protect her niece.

The image that stood out the most, besides her pimple-faced husband to be, was Jabba himself. The thing was a monstrous and grotesque creature with slime falling out it's mouth. Leia wanted to vomit but then she saw the woman sitting in front of him. Beautiful woman with blue eyes and blonde hair, and about three years older than herself. She was beautiful and muscular, almost warrior like and yet here she was, fucking degraded to a woman in a metal bikini and a chain around her neck.

Leia was so grateful to the gods she left that place betrothed to a weedy smuggler covered with pimples, and not chained by the neck by some disgusting monster. She would rather strangle herself with a chain while Jabba was sleeping than be tied to him as a slave.

"I am about to get married unfortunately," Leia said, coming with a cloth to clean the R2 unit, "but fortunately it's not to Jabba. I don't know if a smuggler who is probably wanted in maybe, 13 systems is any better though."

"Oh dear!" C3PO exclaimed, "why would your Aunt and Uncle want you to be married to someone like that?"

"My grandfather died with thousands of units in debt to Jabba, so it was either marry the smuggler and Uncle Owen pays Jabba 5,000 units a month," Leia lamented, "or Uncle Owen would have been killed and Aunt Beru and I would have been starving and homeless."

"A good choice indeed," C3PO said.

Leia went over to clean the Blue Droid R2-D2, it was called, but stopped dead in her tracks. Her dream she had last night, she hadn't noticed it before, but the dorid looked exactly like the droid the man in the cloak had put the tape in. But it couldn't be, could it? True, Leia had many dreams, puzzling ones, some in sequence, others unrelated, but sometimes images from her dreams came true.

She remembered once, she had dreamt of a sandstorm she was caught in. She could see home on the horizon but the closer she got, the farther it moved from her, as if something was pulling her back. The next day on the way home from the Tosche Station….Leia and Biggs got caught in a sandstorm. Both women found themselves huddling against a rock until a stranger offered them safe passage to Leia's home.

Those were merely coincidences, but this droid….it was much too similar to the droid from her dream to be a coincidence.

You're probably just nervous because this is the first time you are seeing Han in five years, she said to herself, and by next week you will be his wife.

As quickly as the idea came in her head she shook it off. Prophetic dreams….mechanic men. Uncle Owen would probably just laugh it off. She knelt down in front of the droid and began to clean it off.

"Do you have any idea what he is like….besides a criminal?" CP3O inquired again.

"I don't want to talk about him," Leia said, vigorously running the polish over R2-D2's body, in a meticulous motion. She moved the cloth towards a slot in the droid. She might as well give it a deep clean. The thing was dirty and beat up, probably hadn't had a good washing in ages. But when she went to clean the slot she felt something lodged in there. She raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm, there's something jammed in there."

Leia looked to see if there was an eject button, but realized she had tiny enough fingers to manually take the object out. Slipping her fingers inside the slot she tried to gently tug it out, but it wouldn't budge. After a few minutes she became frustrated and began pulling at it. Finally, with one last tug, she went flying backwards. She must have pushed something, a button maybe, because when she sat up there was a holographic image projected on the table.

"No way," Leia whispered.

Maybe there wasn't such a thing as coincidences. The image she set her eyes upon, was of the man in her dream. Not the mechanic one….but the cloaked man who put his hand over the droid and told him a desperate message. A message that was being repeated over and over again, Help me Obi Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope.

"R2 what is that?" CP3O exclaimed.

R2 beeped.

"He says it's a message for Obi Wan Kenobi and he is his property," CP3O translated to Leia, "I am not surprised that he would come up with a wild message like this." R2 beeped again, "Obi Wan is not your owner. Mistress Leia and her family are."

Frightening coincidence or not, from the look in the man's eyes and the way he turned his head in panic, Leia knew this man was in trouble and she needed to find this Obi Wan Kenobi. Thankfully she had some idea how to find him. There was a man, Ben Kenobi, a hermit who lived beyond the Dune Sea.

Maybe he was related to Obi Wan..

"Do you think you could play the message from the beginning?" Leia inquired.

"He says the restraining belt has messed up his recording system," CP3O said, translating frantic chirping coming from R2D2, "if you remove the belt he can probably play the message from the beginning."

Leia nodded and reached for the node that came off in one simple twist. Not even a millisecond later, the holomessage disappeared.

"Where did the message go?" she said, knitting her brow, "bring back the message!"

"LEIA SWEETHEART!" the voice of Aunt Beru called from upstairs "YOUR UNCLE NEEDS SOMETHING FROM HIS SECONDARY TOOL BOX!"

She could use this opportunity to tell them what she had just seen. Maybe they had met Ben and could tell her where to find him.

"Stay here," Leia said as she made her way out of the room, "And don't cause any trouble."

Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru were hard at work. Uncle Owen was putting the finishing touches on a couch that was twice the size of a regular seat, so Jabba could sit throughout the proceedings and through dinner. Something which was going to be brutal considering the sandstorm of items that weighed heavily on her mind. Aunt Beru was already hard at work, making sure dinner was ready.

"Did you bring up the toolbox?" Uncle Owen asked.

Leia silently nodded and gently placed the toolbox at his side. Uncle Owen looked up and raised his brow noticing the rather tense features on her face.

"You look nervous," he said, simply, "it's about Han isn't it? I know the man has a shady past but he seems to really care about making you comfortable and being a good husband. Remember what he did for your birthday-"

"It's not Han," Leia said. Okay, it was true she wondered if Han's contact with her family was just some ruse to hide the fact he was truly a smug bastard or he was truly sincere. If it was going to be a good marriage or an awful one. But right now he was the least of her worries. "I think the droids we brought might have been stolen."

"Stolen?" He inquired, "What makes you say that?"

"The R2 unit said it was the property of an Obi Wan Kenobi," Leia said, being careful not to mention the details about the man and his message. She noticed in the corner of her eye, her Aunt Beru stopping what she was doing. Both her Aunt and Uncle exchanged concerned glances. Something in Leia's gut told her they knew him. "I'm thinking he could be related to Ben Kenobi…"

"That wizard," Uncle Owen said quickly, "is just some crazy old kook and you can forget about Obi Wan, he died around the same time as your father."

Leia tensed up when Uncle Owen mentioned her father. When she was younger she used to ask a lot of questions about her deceased parents. Except, every time she did, the subject would be changed. It was if there was some dark secret. She learned not to ask, but even so….the mere mention would cause her to tense up in mystery.

But it was not the time to ask about her father. It was about the droids. Who the man in the message was, and how to find a way to help him.

"Maybe we should look into it then," Leia said, folding her arms in front of her chest, "we are still on quicksand with Jabba the Hutt. If they're real and previous owner comes here looking for the droids…"

"They won't," Uncle Owen said sharply, "Han's staying here tonight after the contract signing. Maybe you two can go in the morning and have the droid's memory erased. It will be a nice bonding experience for the two of you...after that….that will be the end of it...they belong to us now."

Leia opened her mouth to speak but immediately stopped herself. Fighting with Uncle Owen would be like fighting with a stubborn Bantha on a hot day, completely pointless. She just sighed and folded her arms.

"Now I see you haven't freshened up yet," Uncle Owen said.

"Take a shower, clear your head. Your husband to will be here in less than three hours time and there will be no talk of stolen droids."

Leia never answered. She just turned her heels and made her way back downstairs. She was not going to give up figuring out who the man in the holographic image or finding Ben Kenobi, who she had a feeling was indeed related to Obi Wan. Even if she had to drag Han with her she would find her answers.

Alright, Leia said smoothing down her dress as she looked in the mirror. Let's figure out how to get through this...and then we'll find Ben Kenobi in the morning.

Her normal attire was a sleeveless brown top with light brown pants to match. Her hair was in a messy bun, (she never put much thought into what she was wearing). Now, she had changed her brown hair, which went to the mid length of her arms, so it was down and loose. To top it all off she was wearing a brown sleeveless dress with purple trimming. She looked ridiculous! Leia was going to look like some imposter to Han.

It was only for tonight. She remembered the message Han had sent her on her birthday. He said he would be open and let her do what she wanted. If the man kept to his word….she would never have to wear a dress in front him again.

She took a deep breath and walked into the living quarters of her bedroom when she was startled by the shrill scream of C3PO.

"MISTRESS LEIA!" the droid cried, "Please don't be angry and deactivate me! But it's R2! He escaped! I couldn't stop him."

Of all moments she had to find out the damn droid escaped. It had to be minutes before Jabba the Hutt arrived with her husband to be. She couldn't run out and find the escaped droid. But she couldn't risk getting in trouble either. She needed a moment to-

"LEIA!" Uncle Owen bellowed from upstairs, "GET UP HERE! JABBA'S BARGE HAS ARRIVED!"

"Kriff," she said.

"Alright, here's the deal. You are going to stay down here and say nothing. I am going to get through this contract signing, and I'll see if I can find a way to sneak out…...even if it is with Han."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" C3PO exclaimed as Leia made her way towards the stairs.

"I don't know," she responded, "but if saves our skins then it doesn't hurt to try."

Gods, this was a mess.

Hope you enjoyed!

Next Up:

Leia meets her husband to be Handsome Smuggler Han Solo for the first time in five years, and Han already senses there is something strange going on with Leia.

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